I am 22-years-old and I reside in Pittsburgh right now, on a mountain.

I am a chameleon, always changing. Right now? I'll play any video game, read any book, watch any movie, and listen to any music. I like to keep myself open. I sing, I play piano, I do art and I write, although not as much as I used to. I'm working on a remedy for that.

Read my writing, if you'd like (except not the really old stuff, that's over 10-years-old and just there for my amusement). It might give you a little more insight into the workings of my mind.

Thanks.

- Fae

... you schizos never learn ...

To be lonely is a habit, like smoking or taking drugs. And I quit them both, but man, was it rough. - Jenny Lewis

This is the collection of stories written by various authors around a world of characters who live in our heads that started it all. We would appreciate you reading them, and then, if you are of age, reading the companion set, found just above this.

Something I've been working on for a long time now. I've been fussing a lot with it, because I wanted to get it just right.. not entirely sure I'm happy with the finished product, but I think it's as good as it's going to get.

Okay, this sucks major ass... and is probably about the stupidest/cliche thing I've EVER written.. but it's been in my poem folder forever and I wanted to get it posted and out of the 'unfinished' section.. so hate it all you want.

The other night, I was sitting outside on a hill covered in tiny white blossoms, in barefeet with my pants rolled up, my legs were glowing in the dark sea of grass w/ white flowers. From that - this poem was born.

ahhhh this title is just as cheesy as the POEM! but the one I wrote it for liked it, so that's all that matters... lol. of course, I think she was just being nice - but too bad! it's going up here as is!

This doesn't have a title, so I'm just calling it Ravyn for now. Plus it's only one chapter so far. It's a beginning of a story I wrote awhile ago, about a girl - Ravyn - and her friends and just... life. I don't know if I'll ever write more.

Sitting in the hall at school, everyone kept giving me the same nasty look... and people are always upset with me... I don't know why. Everyone always seems to find something wrong with me. shrug This was just my ramblings on those thoughts.

"Now the moment's gone/and you are too/but for all that it's worth/I still miss you..." This poem sucks.. but my thoughts are still rather scattered due to the events in this poem that occured yesterday morning.

shakes fist at herself sorry guys. I honestly tried to ignore it.. but.. the fluff.. it just.. took over me! it's so powerful! sobs Anyway, major fluff piece here. Just me trying to get some things (or someone) out of my head..

I wrote it at 2:30 last night when I couldn't sleep, and re-reading this morning.. it's gag worthy. Oh well. No angst. Sorry guys. I've got a really angsty one in progress, I promise it'll make up for this piece of total fluff.

It's a pretty self explanatory poem... listening to my mom tell me all about my cousin, she very well could have been describing me.. but she doesn't see that. she never has. but oh well, I got a poem out of it, so it's all good. rated for mild language.

An Italian sonnet I wrote for Creative Writing, that I was really reluctant to put up because of my teacher's warnings that once you put something on the internet it's no longer yours... but here it is